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I’ve lived many places in my life but never has a place has so profoundly felt like home as the city of New Orleans. After driving over 800 miles to get home yesterday, I hit the twin spans as the sun was setting in purple, gold and red technicolor over Lake Ponchartrain. I could have told you I was home with my eyes closed by the potholes that only Louisiana delivers. No matter, my spirit…
I saw two dead llamas on the I-65 within a quarter mile of each other – on the driver’s side, so on the narrow medium. They were snowy white and they weren’t goats or sheep, they were llamas. Very strange.
Driving back from Ohio, I was listening to the Drive By Trucker’s Southern Rock Opera and given that I was leaving the Midwest where Cincinnati is the murder capital and driving back to New Orleans where we are actively competing for this title, right as I was passing through Northern Alabama and the Paul W. Bryant museum exit was a mile ahead, this part of the Southern Rock Opera came on as if to drive…
I left my friend this morning with her newborn baby. Last night after another newly made friend swooped in to take my place the new mother remarked “my how people are so generous when you have a baby” and so it is that every culture has a saying that a child arrives with a loaf of bread under his arm. One angel is bayou bound – the next angel arrived at the ready this morning.…
We pull material from everywhere and so it is not without a slight wink wink that I say the situation here took a turn for the worse. I walked to Starbucks just to feel human – what does that say about where I am? I’m stuck in the midwest, to me this landscape always makes me feel hemmed in – like if I don’t see water I’ll go insane. I’m an earth sign – really…
When Tatjana was out of the country and it was Tin and I alone, he was unruly and driving me nuts. I couldn’t figure out what was going on – was he acting out because she was gone, was he just going through a bad revolution – what was it? I was speaking to some nurses/mothers at the hospital and I was able to finally put two and two together. In the depth of our…
Being here with baby Leo has made me realize what we missed when Tin came into our life. I remember the day perfectly, 14 degrees, Gary, Indiana, and rushing in and rushing out (wanting to get as much distance between me and Tin and there. I did’t get a chance to meet his great aunt, I didn’t get much of a chance to digest the city he was born into or the people. Instead I…
A colleague I used to work with was fired a long time ago and she said it was because she was the Miner’s Canary. A more recent ex colleague sent a note saying that I tweet like a canary. I replied it is what it is. My mind is simply where I am right now, in Ohio, with my friend who has just became a mother to a beautiful and adorable baby boy. Meanwhile, I…
We are having a little party in the hotel room complete with balloons, children’s nursery rhymes, proseco and Leo. But he refuses to wake up for our little party. He just wants to sleep and sleep despite the noises we are making and the excitement that he is now officially the baby boy of my friend, who used to be known as a mother waiting to happen, and is now known simply as Leo’s mom.
Adoption is another miracle of life. Today, I was in Kroger getting Proseco and a balloon to celebrate the legality of Baby Leo and the woman who blew up the balloon proceeded to tell me her life story. She was adopted. In her teenage years she thought about looking up her biological parents as she was in the throes of angst but then never did it, because she said, she had fabulous parents. She said…